Today is the Vernal Equinox. The sun is at its zenith over the equator. I had read that on this day, a raw egg will stand up without toppling over. I tried it and it's true. For pagans, today is Ostara, the celebration of spring's renewal. Ostara is the name of a goddess. I like that an egg, the symbol of feminine-derived new life will do unusal, fancy things today.
|The Rite of Spring performed by the Bolshoi Ballet. Photography by Vasily Maiseenok|
When I was a teenager I became a little obsessed with Igor Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring. The piece begins with a solo bassoon meandering along a simple path. Eventually dissonance and complex rhythms take over and the piece becomes violent and seemingly anarchic like a springtime storm. The audience was so shocked at the debut in Paris, 1913 that a riot ensued within the theater. 99 years later it's funny to a imagine such a reaction to a ballet and piece of music.